Mambo King and the Steps to Nowhere
An ode to the stupid things I used to do
Freezing my ass off without a care in the world… Sitting on the steps to nowhere… The funny thing about this particular set of stairs is… I have never been to the bottom… And I’m not allowed to go to the top… As far as my visit is concerned… I only have clearance to sit right here… Waiting for a stranger in black… A stranger who will bring me a king… But not just any king… The “Mambo King”!
Time means nothing on these stairs… Fuck your time… Time just gets in the way… The mambo king knows no time… He waits for no man… But this man… This man apparently waits for something that’s not even a man… Because the mambo king is no man… He is a king… A relentless king who is so talented in the art of killing… He makes it look like suicide each and every time…
So I will just sit here… Waiting… Hoping… Freezing… Wondering when you will come… Wondering whats at the top of these infinite stairs… I can see the outlines of bricks in the orange glow of the street lights… The sign says it’s a village… But it must be a castle… Because there is no way that someone as powerful as the mambo king… Lives in a little old village… Yes… It is a castle… One that is protected by police… And the simple sight of a “commoner” like me… Is enough to warrant arrest… Just like the officer said last time… I have no “business” being here… Yet here I am again…
Normally I would have dressed for the occasion… It’s not every day you get to meet a king… But this king couldn’t give a damn about what I look like… He sees no class… And he sees no color… All that he asks for is complete and total devotion… Which happens to be something I am apparently willing to bring to the bargaining table…
As the rush of finally being here wears off… And I realize that my dress is by no means appropriate for the winter cold… I hear that familiar sound… The sound of someone climbing a fence… Followed by the sound of feet hitting the leaf covered ground… It’s a stranger in black… And I’ll bet he’s bringing me a king… I’ll bet he’s bringing me… The mambo king…
peace – chriscondello
First of all let me say that “ALL IS WELL”… To my family and anyone else who may read this–I am all good…
With that said… I do remember crazy things in great details… Some of them I may write about… Sorry if it offends anyone… But this is how it was… And right now this is the stuff that I feel like writing about…
I think I am going to change the name of this blog to “Art as Religion”, What do you think?
Now to go freeze my ass off at work… And think about writing… Yay Life!
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